The words Sunny Disposition, Sunny Disposition, keep looping in my head as I listen on the phone to my cousin and her husband in the midst of using the loudest voice, angriest tone and nastiest words that humans can throw at each other, seconds from initiating physical assault.

Has there ever been the death of a human being or the extinction of whole civilization that stopped society and the world in its track?

Prior to the death of Muhamad Ali, I used to think that the world would come to a collective pause, a universal moment of silence for the most loved and recognizable human on the planet. But as touching, acknowledged as his death was, everything still went on as normal.